The three maids Harley brought along all had their heads down, giggling quietly, while Cidy and Smaii looked pale and tense.
The only one calm was Fiona Schmidt, who said nothing. She didn't expect this woman to dare provoke her so openly. She squinted, remained silent for a while, then gave a chilly smile, "Before coming here, do your research first. It's not that I want to stay here; it's your 'king' who won't let me leave! Harley, I'm telling you, don't provoke me, I'm not interested in fighting over a man with you, and this isn't a period drama!"
After leaving that remark, Fiona turned and left, making Harley's face turn livid with anger.
"You… Fiona!" she shouted once, her sharp voice echoing through the hall, particularly jarring.
Fiona turned back, her face stern, "Don't yell here; if you want to practice your soprano, go to the theater!"
She curled her lips into a sneer and left without looking back.
